"Why wouldn't I dare?"
"You're just a mere mortal, and mere mortals always have something they wouldn't dare to do."
Chen Yi raised an eyebrow and said, "So, you look down on mortals then?"
"I look down on you," Lu Ying snorted.
This demeanor reminded Chen Yi of someone.
Yin Weiyin—he still remembered how breathtakingly ethereal she was when he first met her.
Calling him a mere mortal with every word, speaking of the path to immortality with every breath, yet in the end...
Chen Yi chuckled, "There was once a so-called Immortal who looked down on me just like you.
But later, well...
We all know how that turned out."
"Of course I know,"
Lu Ying glanced at him and said:
"You became her furnace, didn't you? Such a pitiful fate!"
Chen Yi: "..."
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so with a stiff face, he concurred, "Yeah, really pitiful."
"Such a poor soul."
"Utterly pitiful."
